Role

Chapter 6

A carapace covered book stands before you, its pages made of dragonfly wings
bound together to create a clearish writing page. Upon the makeshift pages are
these writings:

"The flesh still warm from the corpse of Shenkreth sacrified. The ache of the
lost parts of my own soul that I dipped into the experiment I can still feel
But thereis nothing I would have changed.

The experiment did not happen without its own problems. Chaos and nature had
their plays in this, but this is something I expected. First, Ishtavix did not
even show up at the appointed time to perform the experiment, leaving a very
bad taste in my mouth. I will make sure that one's time in the Chasm is short
lived.

Next, Shenkreth, the orc which was the crux of the experiment, in his own
brutish foolishness, could not look upon the Sun and Moon and know the correct
time to show, despite given exact instructions. He showed almost three days
late, but most of my scholars were about, so the experiment went on.

Without Ishtavix, a void in the ritual existed, which I ad-hoc brought in
Mortanis, who played the part of slayer of the orc well enough and slightly
minimized the avenues of failure.

And thus we were gathered, within Ysigrath, and upon the fall of dark the
experiment began. Glastrom, faithful and expert as always, played his part
perfectly and did as was needed. The orc shook in his boots but moved
forward with the experiment. He consumed the tainted and prepared meat of
Voko, as well as the leaders of every other cabal of power in this Plane.
Thus infusing his flesh with the fortitude to endure the direct exposure
to the Shadow Plane. The shadows tore through the fiber of the orc, infusing
and mutating his flesh. At the correct time, I shattered the weapon that
held the nine pieces of my own soul which then swirled to join with the
orc's body and finishing the binding of the Shadows.

Unknown to me, is that the destruction of the weapon during the ritual
almost killed Loshnak, the one I bargained with to gain my own pieces of
my soul. An interesting side effect.

With the bindings complete to the flesh and soul of the orc, Mortanis
ended the orc's life and quickly after such, Arnidel, who had freshly
learned a more powerful animation incantation than known to any other
necromancer (thanks to my influence with the Shadows), brough the
flesh back to life, infusing it with the final needed negative energy.

The zombie body then broke open, and out of the shell or cocoon of the
orc flesh came the para'orcwalker. Screeching it quickly slid into the
dark waters of Ysigrath, needing to rest, and so that is where it is left.

Successful but to what extent? Will it come forth at a later time and
be what I expect, or more? Or less? Whatever the outcome, know I worked
with the most forbidden and emerged successful."

This section ends, and you are forced to turn to the next scaly page for more...